So, it's been a bad last few months, but a great last few weeks.
I'm no longer at Debut Academy. The perfect job ended up turning into a perfect nightmare. I'm not sure how it happened, except that I DO know how. It began with the new principal, the one who came my second year, whose real name and whose euphemistic nickname, the one hurled at him behind his back, rhymes with "Glick."
Mr. Glick has never been a principal before. He thinks that to be a good principal, all teachers have to agree with everything he says and does. He doesn't like differing opinions or new ideas that aren't his.
Mr. Glick is also "highly concerned" with "maintaining the school's image." So when I found evidence that a teacher in my department was giving out answers to the upcoming test and turned in proof of it (a photo of a student's notes), I was disciplined for "unprofessional behavior." Apparently, cheating on tests is okay, but finding proof of a teacher's dishonesty and notifying the administration is conduct "unbecoming to a DA teacher."
I spent the rest of the school year angry and defending myself from accusations that got weirder and wilder as the year went on. My principal said he kept needing to "check in" with me, because he'd "heard some stories and complaints," but wouldn't tell me who told him these stories or made the complaints.
When I told the administration that if they had such concerns about me as a teacher that they were welcome to come sit in and observe my classes, they all declined and said they were "too busy."
Things came to a head when I was told that there were serious concerns about my performance. Mr. Glick said I hadn't followed through on a series of tasks that he hadn't given me. I blew up and told him that a) he wouldn't know about my performance since he'd NEVER been in my classroom, nor communicated with me about anything other than his "reservations"; b) if I was such a bad employee, why was he basing this on rumors that had no basis, rather than conducting an investigation or putting me on a performance improvement plan?
When Glick said, "You think I have time for something like that?" I laughed and stood up. "I guess it was a bit much for me to expect you to act PROFESSIONALLY, wasn't it? Are we done here?"
Yes, I walked, though he would say he asked me to leave. Campus security escorted me out. I probably would have started crying if I hadn't been so enraged.
Do I care? Only about the students I left.
Don't worry, there's more...